"You wanna play?" Bobby frowned.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"We could fight if you want. Boxing, wrestling but I only just got this suit dry cleaned. It cost quite a bit of money."

"You said you're a witch. Don't look like one to me."

"Because I'm a man." He rolled his eyes. "Stereotyping. Everywhere I look movies, stories witches are women. You seen Hocus Pocus?"

"Uh..."

"Guess not."

"You look..." He gestures to the witch's face. "More vampire I would say."

"I guess I do have the youthful looks but no I am not a blood sucking beast. I did run into them earlier. Took them all down."

"You did?"

"They held me prisoner I had to do something. They are monsters they needed to go. You, I don't think you know the term monster."

"That's a stupid thing to say."

"So kids count?" His face darkens. "Do they?"

"Excuse me."

"Four year old children. Innocent children. They are on a hunter's kill list."

Bobby narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know what you're playing at here."

"I'm playing poker. Its your turn. I'm waiting."

Bobby places his hands on the cards. He picks them up and looks at the cards. He didn't want to play. He knew the witch had something up the sleeve. Bobby Singer was always a smart person when it came to getting himself out of situations. He will play along with the witch's sick twisted game and wait for the right time to make his move.

Bobby puts his cards down. He raises his eyebrow at witch.

"Three of a Kind."

Michael immediately regretted his choice staying with the witch as soon as he saw the bath. He squirmed in the witch's arms trying to break out of her grip.

"I know it's beneath you." She says. She puts him down but keeps a firm grip on his shoulders in case he ran off. She couldn't be bothered to chase a kid around her place. "You are covered in blood."

"Can't you just magic me clean?"

"No."

She removes his clothes and tosses it on the side. She couldn't help but cringe. She is stripping Dean Winchester. She's seen his body...well child body naked anyway.

"I would have got Pat to bath you but he decided to leave for some reason. He said he will be back so I hope he doesn't expect me to pay him for playing father of the family." She scoffed. "Now get in."

Michael pouts and folds his arms. Rowena quickly grabs him and places him in the bath.

"HEY" He glared at her.

Rowena turns on the taps. Both hot and cold to keep the temperature warm. Luckily Michael kept still which is good because Rowena already had blood to clean up she didn't need water as well.

"Good boy." She praised him.

Michael looks at the taps. An uneasy feeling grew inside him. Then the taps expanded in size and darkness surrounded the archangel.

"Rowena."

He looks for her but she is nowhere to be seen. His eyes went on the taps that are now the size of a waterfall.

"Stop this little trick you witch." He snarled.

As the water filled up reaching Michael's neck the archangel thought enough is enough. He goes to climb out of the bath but there is no bath. It's just water. Before Michael could process what is happening, something wraps round his leg and pulls him down under. The archangel's eyes widen. He starts banging his fists against the invisible force.

He is suddenly slammed into the ground with such force it caused the archangel to grit his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

His wide eyes look up through the blurriness of the water and there is a hole filled with light. Michael starts to swim It is a challenge with his little legs but the archangel is determined to get out of here and never ever set foot in a bath again.

He eventually reaches the top.

As soon as Michael put his hand through the water, he is pulled under again by the same invisible force.

Michael flapped his little wings but another wave of water comes in and crashes him down all the way to the bottom again. Michael screamed in frustration. He then couldn't breathe. He covers his throat and choked as the water filled his lungs.

He starts to swim to the surface but the lack of oxygen slowed him down. The thing wrapped around his leg squeezed hard and dug into his skin.

He is trapped, alone and desperate for control. He couldn't get control he is being pulled back. He held the tears in as he felt the curse nudging his thoughts and emotions. He couldn't be weak. Not here not now.

He kept trying and trying but the consequences got worse. He ended up being a beaten, bruised boy barely able to breathe but forced to stay alive.

Michael wanted it to stop. He has fought many battles but this is the first time he truly felt terrified. The vulnerability mixed with fear crept in and drowned out his thoughts. He couldn't think of a way out he could only think of someone saving him.

But who would want to save him?

Michael glared. What kind of monster would come up with this type of torture?

"You." A voice echoed. "You did."

That caused Michael to stop fighting. The shock hit him.

I did it!

He shook violently going back and forth. Then within a blink the water is gone and the familiar scenery of the bathroom returns.

"Michael!"

Michael stops and looks a where he heard his name. Rowena had her hands on his shoulders. Her face expressed concern. Michael realized he is out of the bath and wrapped in a towel. He cringed at the drops of water from the taps. Every splash made him feel like he is being dragged down under.

"Michael. What's wrong?" She asks.

Michael stared at her for a few moments. Then a sob escaped him followed by tears lots of tears.

Is he...crying? She thought.

Michael cried and trembled. Rowena frowned with confusion.

"It was only a bath." She says.

Michael drops down into her arms and holds on to her tight. Rowena wraps her arms around him and holds him in his towel.

"Shh its okay." She says.

He shakes his head and cries harder. Rowena assumed this is another episode that Patrick was talking about. Whatever is bothering the archangel he will talk about it when he is ready.

"Lets get you dried up and in warm clothes hmm."

She scoops him up and carries him into the bedroom. She puts him down on the bed and goes to look in the closet. She sighs and closes the door. She doesn't have children's clothes. She sends a quick text to Patrick a list of essentials they needed. If Patrick comes back with nothing she will send him out of the door and kick his Irish ass to the store.

"Sorry wee one you got to make do with the dressing gown until Patty comes back."

She puts the dressing gown on him that is way too big but it is better than nothing. Michael wraps it around himself. It is nice, soft but not enough.

Rowena frowns at his tear-stained face. He reaches out with his hands and hugs her waist. Rowena sat with him and lets him hug her.

"What's got you so worked up." She asks.

Michael didn't answer. He sobs and cries but as soon as Rowena made contact the archangel calmed down a little.

A bang on the door startled Michael.

"It's probably Pat." She smiled.

"ROWENA!" The voice yelled.

Rowena sighs.

"Samuel."

"I must say you are good." Patrick nodded.

Bobby collects the chips and examines his cards. He won two rounds so far. The hunter is good with his cards. Patrick waited with the tooth pick in his mouth. His fingers drummed on the table waiting for the hunter to make his move.

Bobby looks over his cards.

"You said you knew one version of me."

"I did."

"How did you meet?"

"Sad story actually. This world Bobby was in a wheelchair. He came to me hoping to shave off a couple of years and regain his ability to walk again."

"And?"

"Lost."

"Then what happened?"

"I let him go."

"Right."

"I did." He said with an innocent smile. "I must say you do play better than him. Now if you please."

Bobby looked at his cards. He felt more confident. He's won so far. But then he is playing against a witch. Takes one little chant to change the game.

Bobby's hand slips under the table. He digs out his phone and texts one of his hunters.

"This generation disappoints me." Patrick frowned. "Everywhere you look people are on their phones. Addicted to them. No such thing as socialization anymore. You know what annoys me."

"What's that?"

"When people have their phones at the table texting their buddies when there is someone right in front of them."

His eyes pierce through the hunter. Bobby yelps and raises his hand. His hand turned angry red and smoke came off it.

Patrick's eyes go on the broken phone.

"You hunters really do not know your table manners." He wags his finger and places his hand on his cards. Bobby angrily pushes his chips forward. Patrick cocked his head and studied it. "You are going all in are you sure that is a good idea?"

"Always been a bit of a gambler. We hunters take risks. You turn first. Without the hoo doo voo doo. We do this as a fair game...Actually."

Bobby leans forward and turns the witch's cards over. He then goes pale.

"Four of a Kind. That's not bad." Patrick says. "Now yours?" Bobby swallows and turns his cards over. Patrick looks. "Oh. Full House." The witch takes the large group of chips. "You lost."

"You gonna let me walk?" Bobby asks. "Like the other one?"

Patrick rises from his seat.

"I may of not told you the whole story."

"I figured."

"This world Bobby lost." He walks round the table. "Rather than losing money you lose years." He paused inches away from Bobby's face. "Those years go to me. Because of what you did to Dean Winchester." Patrick curls his fist. "I am going to make some adjustments."

Bobby's heart increases in speed. It bangs against his chest like a hammer hitting a wall. Bobby is surprised his heart hasn't ripped out of his chest. His skin goes tight revealing the outlines of his bones. His eyes sink in and his face goes drawn. His clothes start to become loose and his rib cage shows. The color drains from him and his hair and beard turn grey white.

The hunter struggles to breathe but he pushes through and punches the witch. Patrick doesn't batter an eye lid. He instead laughs at the pathetic attempt.

Patrick steps back and lowers his hands. His hair is as black as a raven, his eyes shone brighter and his face glowed bright and healthy.

Bobby noticed the change in the witch. It was slight but he noticed. Patrick trailed his fingers through his thick hair and smiled to himself.

"One last thing."

Patrick raises his hand.

A sharp pain shoots down the hunter's back. Bobby screams and drops down to the ground.

"This is how being stabbed feels like. Painful isn't it." Bobby grits his teeth as he felt the invisible knife stab through his insides. "Remember what I said about this world Bobby why he went to me."

A light comes on revealing a wheelchair. Bobby's eyes widen.

"No."

Patrick grins and clasps his hands. The pain vanishes like it wasn't even there to begin with. Bobby frowns and goes to move. He looks down at his legs in horror.

"I can't feel my legs."

Patrick's eyes sparkle with amusement. Panic rose inside the hunter.

"Fix this." He roared. Patrick goes round the wheelchair and pushes it forward. Bobby turns himself round. "I'm sorry okay. I didn't want Dean to get hurt but Michael needed to be killed. He caused pain to me and my people."

"You are no different. You caused pain to Sam and his family. I thought hunters save people not kill them."

"I did what was right."

The door kicks open revealing another hunter. She gasps.

"Bobby!"

Patrick walks to the door.

"Good timing sweetheart. He needs a carer."

"Mandy." Bobby coughed.

"What did you do to him?" Mandy asks.

Patrick gets out his phone.

"I would love to stay and chat but I have some shopping to do. If I don't do this my witch friend will kill me."

"Not if I kill you first."

Patrick rolls his eyes and snatches the gun out of Mandy's hands.

"Don't bother."

Mandy is suddenly pinned to the wall. Patrick tosses the gun.

"I will kill you." Mandy growled. Patrick looked at her with a bored expression. "You made yourself a target. The hunters will come for you."

Patrick sighs.

"Tell her the vampire story Bobby." He smirks at the huntress. "That can be a warning to back off." He steps outside and smiles at the older hunter. "It was a good game. I really enjoyed it."

Patrick waves and the door slams shut.

Mandy falls down and lands on her ass. She stands up, picks her gun up and runs to the door. She opens it but...

The witch was gone.